I presume it was a bloodless mission, junta friend. That you successfully toppled the leadership of an unfriendly friend.

It must have been your greatest achievement in your entire military career, I guess. But tell me friend, how many gallons of innocent blood did you spilled.

Though your allies turned out to be your worst enemies, yet your resolution to liberate your kinsmen remains unflinching.

But junta friend, let’s sit to talk. Are you really different from your sacked unfriendly friend?

Tell me the truth junta, were you really moved by the passion to improve the welfare of the masses, or you nurse an unbridled quest for power.

Yes, I can see the jubilation on the street of Niamey, despite the looming sound of war around your borders. Men seem to be more relieved on their balconies.

Junta friend, tell me your mission.

To be candid, brother junta, I salute your courage to emancipate your siblings from the horrors of the West.

But tell me, was it planned? I perceived you took counsel from fellow juntas across the borders of Guinea, Mali, Burkina Faso and Chad. Yes junta! My perception hinges on the wave of uniform men on a straight course, from border to border.

I hope your are not planning for my home town too.

Mr. Junta, let’s talk heart to heart. I can see you standing between two seemingly appealing demon and the devil.

In my vision oh junta, you are in the process of divorcing the demon called West, because the oil of love between you both has dried up.

But this devil from the East wooing you, is my greatest concern. I hope you are not jumping from frying pan into the fire.

If your marriage with the demon is as devastating as your present predicament, tell me junta, how are you going to cope with the devil himself?

I thought you were aware of the bitter engagement between your new suitor and Ukraine. Their bill of divorce still lies in the customary court where the world assembled.

Give the devil an inch, he will travel a trillium miles dragging your skull on igneous.

I would have wished that you can combine efforts with men on your western borders to stand your ground.

Hmmmmm, this your alliance with the Eastern devil might not end well.

You bear the best food of the Eastern devil, you know. He needs your gun powder so badly for his deadliest mission across the globe.

I wished you can rethink my junta friend, romancing the devil from the East can be more devastating than you can ever imagined.

You bear the nomenclature of a sovereign nation. You can stand with fellow juntas and win your course. You cannot win the devil, when the oil of your love dries up.

Dear junta friend, I hope you will fully divorce the demon and never will you accept the proposal of the devil.

Yours sincerely,

Friend to the juntas.

Mind is not at rest, while the wind of revolution blows it’s whistle so loud. It started with a spark, but now, the reality is more pronounced than the California wild fire of the nineteenth century.

Men in uniform are taking over, unseating the chosen men of lesser integrity. The pattern of toppling our decayed democratic government looks so comely, a bloodless coup on the corridors of West Africa on my mind.

It was a spark when the Malian general revolted and ceased power, fear grips other unpatriotic leaders across the shores of Africa, as Guinea, Burkina Faso and Niger joined the wagon of militocracy.

A system of “cracy” must suffice, when the walls of Africa is collapsing under the watch of an unruly democracy. Hence the other form of “cracy” in uniform choose to stop the madness seated on the throne of governance in the palaces of Africa.

It’s a mix feeling on the minds of everyone here in Africa. Whether to support the waves of military incursion or not. Our fathers fought hard to forestall an all inclusive government called democracy. Many of whom died in the struggle for a government of the people. We got democracy by having the demonstration of the craziest men in our palaces across Africa.

The worst democracy ever practiced in the history of the world . A democracy that undermines the voice of the masses. A democracy that sold Africans to the world around as cheap commodity. A democracy that subjugates the will of the masses. A democracy that threatens the last hope of every common man on the streets of Africa. A democracy that has mortgaged our collective posterity. An indebted democracy indeed. IMF is almost loosing counts of our endless debts.

A democracy that cannot project the interest of the masses should not be preserved by the masses. Hence the option of revolution or military incursion are set on the table against the heartless self-imposed kings in our palaces across Africa. 

Africans micro businesses are collapsing daily, our local currencies are subjects to devaluation every day, heartless government keeps pretending to be subsidizing the prices of commodities that are naturally owned by us to us. To worsen the matter, they removed the subsidy under a pretentious act of palliative that have died at the corridor of promise. They choose to keep their refineries abroad running, hence, the willingness to resuscitate the local refineries died at the corridor leadership decay.

This is not the kind of democracy we crave for. A democracy that multiplies poverty and penury is unacceptable. A democracy that promotes feudalism and oligarchy is not to be preserved. A democracy that pervert justice must be overturned. A democracy that cannot protect and preserve it’s territorial integrity must not be sustained.

Nigeria, Ghana, Kenya, South Africa and other African countries should beware, the wave of military incursion is no more a mirage. Is either we go the way of restructuring and good governance or we expect the reality of revolution or military incursion. Those guys in uniform are tired. They have paid the deadliest price of seeing their colleagues died in the war front against insurgencies secretly masterminded by political leaders.

Our democratic leaders are not sincere, they sell our commonwealth for peanut to the west to gain the cheap favour from the west. They have fat foreign accounts at the detriment of the masses they govern. Their children ride in luxuries while a common man on the street cannot afford a single meal in a day. Our hospitals are not better than mortuaries elsewhere. Our schools are full of decayed intellectual ingenuities in the libraries, which received no political support or sponsorship for societal development. The best gift our democracy could offer for decades.

If our collective wealth suffered violence, then the violent must take it by force. If military rule is the way out of our endless predicaments in Africa, then we will appreciate military incursion. Our democracy lacks discipline and sanity, we want a government that will protect and preserve our territories against politically induced terrorism in our land.

Our crude oil must be refined on our own soil. Our gold and diamond must be processed in our own land. Our uranium should benefits our local development and not men of other clans. Our cocoa, groundnuts, coffee, bitumen, copper, limestone, bauxite, Tin, iron ore platinum etc., must be processed in Africa by Africans and for the benefits of Africans.

If our democracy cannot accord us the aforementioned, then to hell with the democracy that enrich the few at the detriment of the masses.

To the executive arm of government, please let the masses breath. To the legislatures, please stop suffocating the masses with your lawless extravagant lifestyles. And to the judiciary, stop selling justice for money 💰. It’s either you stop all these wayward styles of governance or the military take over completely. We are practically tired.

Africans are tired of bad leaders. We need a wave of change in our leadership. If military will give us the desired change, so be it.

Military incursion is eminent in African countries, unless our political leaders start to get things right in favour of the masses, the incursion of the military will be inevitable.

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